Cathy Remembers

by catlik

I am 10. Learning & yearning...

My name is Cath. I live in the UK and attend an all girls boarding school. I say 'attend' but I am here all week, sometimes the weekend too. My parents are very well off and daddy travels a lot on business, my being in here gives mummy the opportunity to go with him.

Its a good school and very expensive so all the girls here are from a privileged upbringing. We all wear the same uniform: White shirts with red & black striped tie, grey pleated skirts, worn JUST above the knee, white knee socks, black shoes. Low heel, and red blazer jackets. We walk about the place in quiet twos talking only in whispers. I have been in boarding schools since I was 5, different schools in different parts of England, and if you are thinking that this type of place is a hot bed of girl-on-girl sexual activity, I guess that's a fair assumption.

I don't think I was a late starter but I can't remember touching myself much before 9 or 10. I suppose I would do it like every other girl; when I was in bed or in the bathroom; then I would touch my tit buds to see if they had started to grow & check for hairs around my slit. Of course I was too young for either.

As soon as I started to explore my immature slit i discovered it felt nice to touch it and I wondered if other girls did the same (Idiot), I would stare at those innocent looking girls and imagine them in the loos holding their skirts bunched up around their waists, and their white cotton panties pulled down around their knees rubbing and feeling themselves, and then I'd imagine it was me feeling them or better still both of us feeling each other all over. WOW! That REALLY excited me and I used that image regularly as I rubbed frantically between my legs to give myself that "lovely feeling" I craved.

I don't know how or when i bust my hymen but one day whilst rubbing my very eager and always hungry mound, my finger went up into me and I really cum hard. After that I always used my fingers, as I've said In the toilets hoping to hear other girls 'at it' or in bed, after 'lights out', being careful the other girls in the dormitory didn't hear ME. Of course most were doing the same as I was anyway.

The toilets were, of course, the more private of places. The toilet block in the 'playground' wasn't used very much, being cold and drafty and it usually froze up in winter, but was ok for a quick pee if you were too lazy to walk into the main building. It was good too for a little rubbing session at break times.

It was during our Lunch break, I only eat light at lunch preferring to wait for our evening meal so I still had 45 minuets to kill, and as usual my tight little 10 year old slit felt as if it needed some urgent attention. I casually wandered over to the toilets and slipped inside. Choosing the cubicle furthest away from the entrance. I tucked my skirt into its waistband and pushed my hand down the front of my panties, then leaning up the wall sighing as the cool air wafted over my tight lips and spreading my legs I gently stroked my slit, trying to find that little bud that felt best. I was soon feeling wet there like I usually did and pushed my finger into my eager hole biting my lip to suppress my groan as I worked the finger in and out slowly.

It was then I heard footsteps, slow, creeping steps coming closer. The door to the next cubicle opened, then closed and the bolt shut. What was I to do ? I decided to pretend I was just leaving and brave it out when a voice whispered

"Hello.?" I froze "HELLOO ?" the voice repeated " I know you're in there, I watched you come in. "

"Go away" I whispered " I'm on the loo"

"No you're not, your stood against the wall with your skirt tucked up and your hand in your panties. " She was right, of course, whoever she was, but how the hell did she know...

It was then I spotted the small hole in the partition where a bolt was missing, glancing down I could she her shoes under the 'wall'. "Go away!" I hissed.

"Can't I come in there with you?"

"No! You cant" I insisted. I heard the toilet flush and the bolt on her door slide back, looking up I could see her door opening as if she was leaving, but I heard no footsteps. I leant back and glanced down, I could see a faint moving shadow. She was still there, undoubtedly still watching through the hole. My heart was racing, I was shaking with fear and excitement; should I carry on let her watch me? What if it was a trap to get me into trouble or to tell her friends so they would laugh and point at me when I went back outside ? Sod it!. At that moment I decided, if she wanted to watch. Let her!

I moved forward slightly so I could lean back further, pushing my hips up and out. My skirt was still tucked up so I hiked it up further at the front, my white cotton panties in full view I pulled those up tight too, I'd done this before watching myself in the mirror so I knew the outline of my mound and my slit, my camel toe, would be very clear. I closed my eyes, imagining what 'they' were seeing, using one hand to keep my panties tight I used the other to run a finger down between my wide open legs and up my slit tracing my shape, I repeated the move each time pushing my fingers deeper into the, now wet, groove, rubbing in a small circular motion at the top where I got the best feeling. Glancing down the shadow was still swaying, a part of it moving quicker. I wanted more. My hands went to the waistband of my panties and I quickly pulled them to the floor and stepped out of them. Now I could get my legs really wide. I crouched a little then went back to running my fingers up and down my slit a bit faster. My eyes were fixed on the shadow under the partition, by now I could see her feet again, wide apart. My finger went between my legs and I lowered it stretching one finger up to just 'tickle' my hole. I heard a gasp, a shuffling, again I looked down, the feet were moving, was she leaving? I no longer cared, I carried on tickling my hole, waiting to slip my finger in and finish myself off. More shuffling. I looked down again, the feet were still there, with a pair of panties around them!

Now I WAS excited, I watched as she stepped out of her panties and spread her legs. Instantly any inhibitions I had, and there weren't many, left me. I pushed my finger up my hole with a force that caused me to gasp loudly then began to work it in and out, I heard a louder gasp from the other side of the partition. Between her feet I could see the shadow of her arm moving quickly. I redoubled my efforts inserting another finger, stretching my dripping little hole. I heard movement and looked down. The feet had been replaced with knees! She was kneeling by the wall, her legs wide apart. With my fingers still up me I too knelt down but sideways on so I could look under the wall.

What a view met my eyes, she was naked from her waist, her skirt was off and her one hand was pushing what looked like a small tube in and out of her cunt. She had a mass of dark hair being held apart by her other hand as she worked the 'tube' in and out. She must have known I was looking, as she put on her show " Look LOOK!" she gasped " Do you like my pussy ? Come on sweetie Let me see yours now, I bet its really cute. Show me please, I won't tell honest. Just do what I did and get your knees wide apart. Let me see your cute little pussy now Please.."

With that she started to stand up. I started to get up too.

"Kneel, like I did, get close to the wall" the voice said "quickly we've not long. "

I dropped to my knees placing them wide apart facing the wall " now frig yourself " the voice commanded. I'd never heard the word before but I knew what she wanted to see and pushed my fingers up me again working them in and out.

Hearing her pleading voice begging to look at my pussy and knowing that I was being watched so intently was driving me wild and I rammed my fingers in and out harder and faster " Yes. Go on! Ram them in harder " the voice insisted and I did crying out with every stroke. I felt something on my leg, her hand! Stroking, oh! so gently and creeping closer and closer to my slit. "Oh yeah Mmm" the voice purred That did it, the thought that another girl wanted to touch me there pushed me over the edge to the biggest orgasm I had ever had. I wailed as the orgasm shot through my convulsing body causing my head to spin then I gasped and whimpered as my young slit spasmed and the juice poured from it as if I'd peed myself. The girls hand managed to wipe some gooey cream off my leg and I squeezed myself closer to the wall so she could reach my sopping wet slit. God I wanted it now more than ever. " You can tou...DAMN!"

I can guarantee that You have never seen two young girls move so fast in your life, the sound of a ringing bell killed the mood stone dead, dinner break was over. Cries of "Shit"

And "Fuck" filled the cubicles as we both struggled to dress. With only my panties to retrieve I was first and rushed outside, smoothing down my skirt as went, squinting at the bright daylight. "Miss Slater" the teachers voice rang out "Hurry along girl "

"Yes miss, sorry miss" I shouted, trying to look back to see the girl who would have followed me. A hand took my arm and firmly pulled me into the main building, closing the door and blocking my view.

I never did find out who the girl was. No I never saw her. Although we repeated the scene in those toilets many times after. .